The Unexpected First (The Unexpected Series Book 2)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Iwake up way too warm. Grey still has me pulled flush to his body, tucked into his muscular form, his arms caging me in. I press a kiss against his forearm before untangling myself from his grasp. Once free, I rush to the bathroom, having to pee so fucking bad my bladder feels like it may actually burst. The instant relief I feel when I finally go is almost as good as the multiple orgasms last night. Almost.

Jesus, I don’t know what came over me but I hope it happens again, soon. Having Grey in my ass is something I definitely want to experience again.

I smile happily to no one but myself.

After a quick shower, I throw on one of Grey’s t-shirts, grab my phone from the nightstand, and head downstairs to make my man breakfast.

Listen, I’m all about gender equality but if you experienced the orgasms I did last night, you’d be in the kitchen too.

I send a quick message to Grey, letting him know I’m down here so he doesn’t worry in case he wakes up before I make it back up with breakfast. I open Spotify and turn on my favorite playlist. The opening chords of Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers Dayastart streaming through the phone speakers.

I start swaying and humming along as I pull out the eggs, bacon, and everything else that I could possibly need to make pancakes from scratch. Singing the lyrics out loud along with Daya as I open the cabinet, I bend down to pull out a couple of mixing bowls and place them on the counter before grabbing two pans. I stand back up, placing one pan down and carrying the other with me. I grab a wooden mixing spoon and hold it to my mouth like a microphone, living my best pop star life in this moment when I hear a click and the cold, hard metal of a barrel against my temple. I freeze when a hand is clasped around my mouth from behind in a familiar scene, dropping the pan and spoon.

“You know, the bitch was supposed to kill you, not use you for her own twisted pleasure,” a cold voice I’ve known and detested for years speaks quietly into my ear as she pulls me backward away from the counter.

I have no time to respond when she twists us around to see Grey standing in the doorway, murder in his eyes.

“Nice of you to join us, sexy. I’ve missed you,” Raven purrs in acknowledgment at his arrival.

“I swear to god, you psychotic cunt,” he growls. “Let. Her. Go.”

“Oh, Greyson, don’t speak to me like that. You know you belong to me; she’s just been an annoying obstacle since you’ve been back.” She giggles as she presses the gun harder against my temple, the metal digging into my skin.

“Ingrid had been working for me for five years when she first came across this slut a couple years ago.” I feel her nod in my direction. “She became obsessed.”

Tears prick at my eyes at the torment on his face from seeing me in danger again. I mouth the words, I love you, hoping that he understands this isn’t his fault.

The look of disgust mixed with horror on his face makes my stomach twist.

“Rave, let her go and I’ll leave with you.” Grey’s voice has turned sickeningly sweet.

“No, the only way you’ll leave is if she’s out of the picture. Then we can be together the way we were always meant to be,” Raven snarls at him in response.

“No, Darlin’. I’ll leave with you right now, we can go wherever you want as long as you let go of her.” The use of his old pet name for her has my stomach rolling, and

hot tears stream down my cheeks as the exchange continues, unsure if he’s saying just what she wants to hear or if he’s trying to protect me. My eyes lock on him, searching for answers as they continue speaking to one another as if I’m not even in the room.

“Anywhere?” I can hear the smile in her voice.

Grey nods his head quickly in response.

A sharp pain ignites in my temple and I collapse onto the floor just as the room goes dark. I’m not sure how long I’m out before the kitchen comes back into view. The room is spinning slightly as my eyes flutter open and I see Grey in front of Raven with his hand gripping her throat.

“I want you to hear me, very clearly. The only distraction in this room was you.” His voice is venomous, “A distraction I’ve been trying to forget for the past decade.”

I see the gun she was holding on the floor, just within reach. I wrap my hands around the handle, standing up to face the two of them. Grey is still holding onto her throat so tightly she’s beginning to turn blue.

“Tarzan,” I croak. “Let her go.”

He flinches at the sound of my voice, dropping her and rushing over to me. He presses his lips against mine in a chaste kiss, forgetting about Raven’s presence for a second. But it’s a second too long. She’s charging toward us when I step in front of him and raise the gun, squeezing the trigger. A deafening bang echoes around the spacious kitchen just before she falls to the tile floor with a loud thud.

“Something you should have been paying more attention to after the attack. Benny taught me how to shoot.” I glare at her limp form. “Bitch.”

“Fuck, Ry.” Grey takes the gun from me, placing it on the counter behind us, before wrapping me in a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.” His hand grips my neck, tilting my face just enough for his lips to find mine.

The passion, lust and love in this kiss has my knees buckling under me, completely forgetting the intruder bleeding out on the floor at our feet. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me, and deepening the kiss. His hands drop, cupping my ass and lifting me to the counter.

“Ry,” he groans into my mouth before pulling away. “I need you.”

Instead of responding with words, I press my mouth against his again and drop my hands to the towel still tied low around his hips, unwrapping it frantically like a kid on Christmas morning. I cage my legs around him, digging my feet into his ass, urging him forward. His stiff cock slides home as he takes me on the counter in front of Raven’s lifeless body. He fucks me hard and fast, with an intensity and need neither of us have experienced before.

“Baby, I need you to come,” he groans, reaching between us and pinching my clit.

I scream as a wave of overwhelming bliss crashes over me. As I milk his cock with my release, I feel him swell inside me before he fills me with his seed.

Panting from exhaustion but feeling completely sated, I collapse against his chest as he pulls out and cleans himself with the towel that was around his waist. My face must give away my panic because when Grey’s eyes meet mine again, his face falls.

“Ry…” Grey’s concern in his voice only does more to sober the orgasmic high I was just in. “What? What’s wrong?”

I look up at him and then down at Raven on the off chance that she’s still alive.

“We didn’t use a condom.” My voice cracks as I say the words aloud.

“I— we—” He can’t seem to find the words.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I just needed you and I didn’t think. I have one more test before I’m in the clear. But what if —” I’m sobbing into my hands. I’m not sure if I’m more terrified of infecting him or getting pregnant and him leaving like my dad did.

“No, Kitten, it’s ok. So far, the tests have been negative. Don’t go down a rabbit hole.” He envelops me in a tight embrace, trying to calm me. “You only have a few more weeks before the final test that they want you to take. It’s ok.”

“But what if —” I try to catch my breath. “We haven’t discussed kids. With the antibiotics, my birth control won’t work.”

Grey stares at me for a long moment, processing my concern before he speaks. “Kitten, I want what you want. If you want a house full of kids, I’m in. If you want to be child-free. Awesome. If you want to have a house full of Ellie’s, I’m ok with that too. The only place I’m drawing a line is a Chihuahua.”

I smile at him, unable to say anything else about my concerns about the what ifs, instead grabbing my phone to call Benny who arrives quickly after I explain what happened. The process of being questioned again has me ready to jump out of a window. I get it; being kidnapped and having two people dying suddenly in front of you was a bit suspect. But I’ve been through enough. I just want to shower and get the hell out of this house, get the hell away from these memories.